JANUARY 2017 -- 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO LITTLESTAR!

[The Judge]

Devil Child


1. I mustn’t be mean to Baby.

But he’s not a baby, not inside. Why can’t anyone see that?​

2. I mustn’t tell lies.

It wasn’t a lie. He did talk and laugh crazily. His eyes did glow red.​

3. I mustn’t call him names.

Satan is his name. He’s the Prince of Darkness reborn. He told me.​

4. I must be good.

I promise, Mummy.
For my first good deed, I’ll kill the Devil.​

 

[Mr Orange]

Craeses Management


"Sir, transmission from Craeseu Alpha."

"Let's hope it's a better connection, I could hardly hear Smythe last time. On screen."

"First Minister General Sir, disturbances on CA quelled. Dissolverificator dispatched, aqueous natives successfully re-integrated into the oceans."

"What?!"

"Uhh... What, what, Sir?"

"You dissolved them? An entire species?"

"As requested."

”Requested? By who?"

"Uhh, you, Sir. You requested the re-solution of the Craeses."

"I... You... What?" <Sigh> "So, who’s going to work the plantations?"

 

[Ursa major]

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A Very Close Encounter​

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“A cloaking device, captain?”

“Or our sensors aren’t working.”

“We can still detect our ships beyond Neptune.”

“But not an alien fleet that’s right in front of us!”

“With their comms silent, sir, they could be anywhere.”

“Replay their last few words.”

“It’s… it’s… enormous!” said the booming alien voice on the recording.

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“We had to retreat.” said the Vl’hurge admiral.

“Yes.” His G’Gugvuntt counterpart shuddered. “There might be a dog on board….”​

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[Wruter]

New York

I promised we would get out of this country someday,
Start a new life together somewhere far away.
Maybe go to New York, the city never sleeps,
Get a job in a bar and hustle with the peeps.
But they say young hearts are easily led,
So I'm glad you never listened to everything I said.
And I'm glad our restless hearts they never strayed,
A promise better broken than a promise never made.

 

[Dan Jones]

I Am Red

Death by friendly fire, they call it. Even in training! Nothing friendly about it, judging by what remained of Sergeant Grahams.

Violet, a Chrome Man, one of the beta Army AI Combatants, went crazy during a capability demonstration, shot Grahams up good.

Top brass resolved to investigate all other Chrome Men.


Which means I’m under investigation.


I’d better move quick.

If they discover the stuff I've got planned, they’d melt us all down into tinfoil.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Guardians


Aliens cannot be trusted; we must stop them.

H.R. 504 requires that we protect our planet. After the last bunch.

The door opens. Aliens appear on the ramp.

What are they?

If only I could see better. I adjust my sniper sights and blink.

The command comes: “Release the dogs!”

Ready. Breathe. Aim. One in the crosshairs.

The dogs stop. Tails wagging, they lick the aliens.

These aliens can be trusted. We must stop.

 

[ratsy]

A New Year

She walks along the water’s edge, long skirts dragging in the mud. It’s a new year, and as the sun rises above the trees, she decides to make a change. Her heart is heavy with the decision, but her step is suddenly lighter than it has been in ages.

She heads home; grabs a knife.

He sleeps, whiskey filling the air around him. The bruises are enough of a reminder.

New year.

New start.

 

[Judderman]

Decisions, decisions

The modern world is plagued with choices. Today I was faced with a whopper. Oh it may seem like a small thing to some. But no. What was the last sentence she said? The important part. I couldn't dare say I didn't listen. Now I had to make my choice. One that could result in her rage.

My fingers on the tall champagne flutes. I change my mind and take the vintage glasses.

Wrong choice!

 

[Ursa major]

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